Concubine, please respect yourself

Chapter 15

After listening to the little song sung by the poppies, the onlookers felt as if they had been pinched to death and gasped for breath. They all thought of how many displaced and lonely people might not even have a drink of water in Beisai now. But they people from the southern border still want to have fun?

Some lowered their heads, some frowned, and some clenched their fists.

When Lu Ziyu walked to Taichung, he saw the Ninth Prince Ying Su sitting on the seat in front of him. His black hair was tied up with a blue gilt crown, and he was wearing a black brocade robe with a gold border at the hem. He looked very handsome. , Elegant and elegant.But at this moment, the Ninth Prince, who was like a heavenly man, couldn't tell whether he was angry or happy. He only stared at himself on the stage with a cold light in his eyebrows and eyes, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his appearance was deserted.

The people around him were all afraid and did not dare to speak up.

Seeing Ying Su staring at her, Lu Ziyu thought he knew that he had recognized him, but he was not flustered and made a plan, but what puzzled Lu Ziyu was that the Ninth Prince was nothing but How can you look at yourself like this when you see yourself the second time?It seems that there is a trace of resentment in the eyes?

After singing a song, he turned his waist lightly and lay cross-legged, with a flick of his wide sleeves, they fell to his side to cover his beautiful face, leaving a pair of red phoenix eyes to look at the person he liked in front of him.

As Lu Ziyu's figure was fixed, a dozen rough men suddenly stood up on the stage, carrying war drums and placed them on the side of the stage, and a few young men came up and spread a hundred-inch canvas in the middle of the stage, and placed ink altars at the four corners before committing to leave.

The spectators were startled, and couldn't figure out what kind of posture this was?Only the scholar who had just been ridiculed by others in the banquet put away his folding fan, his hair was stained with ink, and swiped quickly on the rice paper in front of the banquet.

In the stands, the woman shook off her wide sleeves, raised her jade arm high, her plain hand was facing the sky, and her flower fingers were placed on her chest with one hand, her slender waist twisted as if she was about to fly into the sky.

Following the movement of the woman's tender body, dozens of brash men beat the red-painted animal-faced war drum with drums in their hands.

"Boom."

A sound made everyone on the Su Causeway feel numb.

"kill."

The drum sounded, and the reckless man roared again, as if there were thousands of troops and horses, swallowing mountains and rivers with anger.

The woman on the stage dropped the word "kill" and threw out her long sleeves, dancing to the fullest.

The lotus steps moved lightly, first entered from the southeast, the cuffs were stained with ink, leaving some ink marks on the [-]-inch canvas, the steps swirled and the sleeves were lightly flicked, and then walked straight out from the southeast corner, turning the swallow body Entering the southwest corner again, the fringed crown on the head touched together with the woman's movements, like ring pendants colliding, which is extremely pleasant to the ear.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom." The woman's wide sleeves were stained with ink, and the swaying became faster.

The spectators didn't know what kind of painting this lady Ying was doing, but they all felt that this dancing skill was amazing.

People in the audience intuitively felt that this dancing posture had never been seen in their life, but they didn't know that there was a way in it. Although it seemed to be painting, it was actually breaking the formation, and the steps were not chaotic with the sound of the drums.

Ying Su has been familiar with military books since she was a child, so she can see this, the cold light in her eyes dissipated, but a little "amazing" appeared instead.

"What kind of dance did this Fengxianlou flower girl do? And what kind of painting did she make?" The aristocratic son of Yangzhou who was beside the poet in the banquet, his mouth was half open, his eyes didn't blink, for fear of missing the flower girl's every move.

"The Huaniang's dance is the majestic black ink dance performed by Mrs. Yu Shu of the Qin Dynasty. This dance is already a unique skill. I never thought that I would be lucky enough to see it today. I really have no regrets in dying." explain.

A sharp-eyed person saw the poet's folding fan and exclaimed, "It's Mr. Wang?"

This poor scholar is none other than Wang Zongshen, an amazing painter.

According to legend, the objects painted by this Wang Zongshen are unique and rare. Today, this Wang Zongshen can paint the lady Ying in Fengxianlou. I am afraid that this lady Ying will be hard to find in the future.

Besides, there are dozens of rough men on the stage, and the war drums are rumbling, and the entire Sudi Lake is full of murderous aura. The woman on the stage folded her sleeves and waved ink in the southwest corner with the sound of the drums. In the northwest corner, bent over and turned around, tapped a few times on the white canvas, flew out of the northwest corner and stepped into the northeast corner with jade feet. The northeast corner was stained with ink, like fish swimming in water, throwing sleeves and whirling, watching the dancers startled Crazy, crazy, and drunk.

This poppy lady walks like a wave, her waist is like a willow, her body is graceful and graceful, she seems to be flying Yanzhao in her palm, and the drums are rumbling.

After caressing her face, the dance ended, and she stopped in small steps.

A young servant brought a bamboo frame and put the paintings made by Yingniang on the frame for all the spectators to watch.

On the canvas of Baijuan, the black and light inks intersect. From a distance, there are mountains and trees forming a forest. From a close view, the bamboo rafts are swaying gently in the lake, and the mandarin ducks are intertwining their necks. Everyone feels that although this painting is good, it is majestic, but also nuanced. , but there always seems to be something missing?
At this time, the woman on the stage approached her painting with small steps, stretched out her green fingers, smeared lipstick on her vermilion lips, and painted it on the top of the canvas.

This portrait seems to be alive, and the rising sun has awakened thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

When I woke up, the first thought in my mind was not that I had lost money by not buying this Fengxian Tower, but what I thought was "this girl should only exist in the sky, how can the world hear it a few times?"

After finishing some tricks, Lu Ziyu whispered a few words towards Yingsu, although Yingsu didn't say a word but Yingsu understood, she said, "Did you ever like it, young master?"

In public, does this woman know how to be ashamed?He actually teased him, and when he felt annoyed, he turned his head away from looking at her.

"Fengxian Building"

"Madam Poppy, Lady Poppy."

This time the painting boat competition has been decided, Lu Ziyu won the oiran, and all the ladies in Fengxian Tower embraced each other happily, weeping, presumably because they were thinking about Lanniang's old affairs.

Lu Ziyu got off the stage and went back to the cabin. He didn't go to see the ladies in Fengxian Tower first, but Su handwritten a note and asked Luo Ning to pass it to Ying Su in the banquet.

Luo Ning complied, leaned over to congratulate his young lady for winning the title, and got off the boat.

The last time I was at Mu Cangzhai, Luo Ning felt that this young man had an extraordinary temperament, seeming respectable and noble, and the young lady was interested in him, how dare Luo Ning not remember this young man, when he got out of the flower boat, he glanced at him. Seeing Ying Su, she stepped forward to give a light salute, raised her hands Yingying and handed over the note from Lu Ziyu, and said respectfully: "My lady asked me to give this to you, please accept it."

Ying Su was already annoyed with her, but when she saw this unruly woman coming to seduce her again, her face sank, she didn't speak, she just put her hands behind her back and rubbed the beads.

Luo Ning saw that the young man did not speak or take things, fearing that he would not be able to finish what his young lady ordered, so he stiffened his head and stuffed the note into Fu Yun's arms, and left with commitment.

Fuyun was stunned for a moment, not understanding what was going on for a moment, and wanted to open the note to examine it, but heard her master coldly say from behind: "Bring it here."

Fuyun was so frightened that she shivered, and hurriedly returned the hot potato in her hand to the master.

Ying Su opened the note, and what greeted her eyes was the beautiful and gentle lowercase regular script with plum blossoms. The note was still dyed with fragrance, not the delicate fragrance of makeup, but a faint floral fragrance, just like that day when they first met each other. When she met, she drank a cup of the aroma made of peach blossoms, which was intoxicating.

The note reads: "It's a joy to have a couple with you"

Shameless, Ying Su let out a cold snort and stood up from the banquet, flicking the corner of his robe to avoid the crowd.

(End of this chapter)